I thought purgatory was supposed to be an aimless limbo, not an infinitely-long waiting area. An endless number of silhouettes occupied old plastic chairs lined up against the black walls of the hallway. Everyone was a shadow, yet I could tell each of them had stories to tell.
My story? Nothing noteworthy, I guess.
I was unemployed for four years right after college, graduating with liberal arts. Despite my best efforts, I never found a job. It was obvious why.
The worse thing happened when my parents kicked me out. I rotted in their basement, consuming as minimal sustenance and energy as possible – like a self-watering plant – until they got tired of my bullshit. I could no longer convince them about "being on the verge of becoming a stock slash crypto trading millionaire."
It wasn't my fault they had a better job market in their time. Thanks to AI that same job market poofed out of existence. Plus the rents and mortgages – heck every single thing in the market – shot up to abhorrent prices that made it difficult for everyone to scrape by.
I was homeless and desperate. And at that point in life, you start considering options that you normally ignore. The dark world of crime became a beacon of light.
I tried scamming old people once. The first time I did it I never slept for three days. I ended up returning the money and apologized anonymously. It didn't mean I stopped, though. I just chose a different victim.
Ponzi schemes worked so goddamn well with gangsters. I also dealt military-grade weapons and ordnance I didn’t have, sold repainted junk cars, and a lot of other criminal-targeted frauds. But as long as I sold the story well, then they never asked questions afterward. You just gotta convince them that they already have it.
It was a fun five years of my life. I made beaucoup money, had bitches bouncing on my dick, got myself a couple sports car, and bought a damn fine flat. But my greed made me careless. Three masked men rained bullets at me while I was eating tacos in my car.
When I came to, I was sitting here with my eternally shaded self along with many others. I'd probably spent forever here and that itself was torture. Maybe this was my hell. I couldn’t talk to anyone until a red shadow hovered to me with a floating parchment.
"Waitee number one-one-five-zero-two-five-six-six-eight-zero-zero-nine, your presence is requested by the Prince of Lust."
I swallowed. A demonic prince himself wanted me of all millions if not billions of souls here? I'd done nothing remotely close to incurring the sin of lust... I mean I didn't party as much as the other dudes my age or fucked a ton of bitches spinning around the pole. You could say I was a bit more sexually active than your average man. Just a bit, but not enough to label me lustful.
"What’s gonna happen to me?"
"I don't know. Only the Prince himself will tell."
"But I’m not evil! I mean I scammed evil people, yes, but that should negate my deeds! You know, negative times negative?"
In fact if I must go somewhere it should be in heaven! Was it a sin to steal from thieves?
He sighed. "Yeah, yeah. If you’re bound for heaven you would've been there eons ago. You have no choice."
"Wait—"
It snapped its shadowed finger and I suddenly found myself standing in a vast medieval hall. A hall so huge the walls and ceiling almost vanished, creating an illusion of a black sky. There was no distinct hell fire blazing anywhere. In fact it was uncharacteristically warm.
But something else took place.
Beneath a meager pink glow, millions of naked people performed orgy… or “people-like” people. Not just humans but demons, animal people, monster-looking people, and all kinds of bipedal creatures partook in a massive passionate orgy. Oh, God, it’s not just people, actually.
“Is that the Gingerdead man? Holy shit that’s Gingerdead man...”
They poured oils in their body, glistening in every move they took. All sorts of positions from vanilla to the extreme ends of depravity was showcased. Their combined moans filled the air almost like a church choir singing for God. And the smell... It was a pungent scent of citrus that tickled my throat. Probably the combination of all sex juices vaporized in the air.
I was never into orgy. I witnessed it once and they smeared baby oil and shit on each other. I never accepted invitations since. This place was worse. Imagine all the STDs being passed on. Oh, right, this was hell. It was probably worse.
"There's the newcomer," a feminine voice said.
The voice originated from the end of the hall, where a gigantic black-stone throne sat overlooking the orgy. It was unoccupied, though. Two giant female demons stood guard on either side, naked. Their tits were literal mountains, and thick red bush covered their entire crotch. They held spears that might as well be pillars.
"Are you the Prince of Lust?"
"I can't hear you. Come closer!"
With a loud echoing snap, I teleported right below the throne. From here I could finally see the Prince of Hell. It was she. And, oh my God, she deserved the title. A true demonic beauty with an adorable, unmistakably angelic face and a long, wavy fiery hair that flowed down to the floor, and long, spiraled black horns. Her body was thick with all the right curves, round bountiful breasts, and a wet, pink slit beneath a curly bush. Even the two giant demons’ pussy was visible form where I stood.
"Like what you see, mortal?" she said, gesturing towards the orgy.
I observed the orgy. It seemed much more organized up close. There were areas meant for same species and inter-species sex. Even the fetishes were sectioned, too. If I were to be stuck here, I’d definitely stick with the more humane section… but I had a feeling I’d soon grow more adventurous.
That one Russian milf over there looked so damn fine. She had cat ears though… but those those tits were naturally huge!
The Prince giggled. "Of course you do... But I think I have an offer you might prefer. "
She looked down, resting her cheeks on her palms. Anyone would truly mistake her for an angel if not for the red skin and long black horns.
"But why me? There's literally an infinite number of candidates out there."
She hummed. "Let's just say no one wants to bother with you. Too much paperwork, I guess. But you’re lucky because I happen to be in need of a viceroy."
"I should've just been in heaven."
She laughed. "Everyone says that until they see this!" she said, spreading her arms proudly at the massive orgy. "You can't have an orgy in heaven, you know?"
"Well... I’m not really sure. I mean this place seems pretty fun but I feel like I would end up searching for something more meaningful."
"And that's why you're an outlier. You should have been in Malebolge a long time ago, but dear Michael recognizes your human principles."
I couldn’t help but clasp my hand and look up. “Thanks, Michael.”
"And since no one else is willing to take you, I will."
She pressed her palms together. Upon peeling it, a planet-like sphere appeared in between similar to Earth. But it had more continents of all sizes and islands dotting the blue ocean.
"I call this world the Chimera. I truly desire this world. You know why?"
I shook my head.
"Because it is a hub with a primitive divinity. The last one I found was blown by the Prince of Wrath. Bless that maniac."
I could only nod at whatever she was saying.
"Now I want you to go to Chimera and become its viceroy. Make this world yours through whatever means you deem necessary. Just try not to cause any conflicts with local gods. I don’t want the other princes to find out – especially not the Prince of Wrath.”
A viceroy, huh? That meant I gotta rule the world in place of hell. But why me and not the subordinates hell already have?
“Because this…” she leaned forward a bit, her voice turned into a whisper, “is a secret.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to. Well, maybe you’ll find out once you’re there.”
I held my silence for a long time. After all, this was such a massive undertaking. Scamming crooks and conquering a whole world were two entirely different things. An alternate world, no less. How the fuck could do I even start?
She cracked a sly smile. "It would be impossible to do so as you are, most certainly. Which is why I will bestow upon you a gift worthy of your title. A gift that will become an instrument to your success."
A pink glowing orb hovered towards me. A mist of the same color veiled it, emitting a lustful warm air. I felt my prostate vibrate in its presence, and the pleasure slowly spread to the rest of my body. This slow, teasing pleasure grew torturous as it slowly edged me towards an unreachable orgasm.
"Gain the unique traits and abilities of those you fuck. It doesn't matter what they are as long as they are fuckable creatures. That power is at your beck and call."
It was a very, very intriguing offer. But it was suspicious. I’d been generously rewarded before even succeeding. Not to mention the lack of urgency as if she wanted me to take my time. There was no way it didn’t have a catch to it.
"Catch, you say? Let's see... If you don't accept, you will wait for 7.5 eternities and in my best guess, will result in a reincarnation back to Earth. But that's boring, isn't it? You live with a new life and forget the past one. Or you can just stay here and fuck anyone and anything you fancy for the rest of all eternities. Sexy! But my offer..."
In that instant, she turned into a smoke and reappeared by the throne’s feet. She was much bigger than I thought, about twice my scale. Her titties bounced as she strutted in long strides, emphasizing the curvature of her chubby hips. I'd never been stared at by a woman so full of lust. My dick twitched so hard it could explode, but my crotch trapped the pleasure that should have been released at the mere sight of that demon.
She hovered her palms over the orb and looked down to me past her voluptuous fatty mountains.
"You can become greater than you can imagine in Chimera. If you want fame, then you only have to let this world know of your name. Power? Fuck anyone stronger than you. Wealth? This world is teeming with buried treasures and untapped resources. It is a canvas and you are the best painter Chimera will ever have.”
I always thought one could simply ignore the whispers of a demon. No wonder why they were depicted so badly by the Bible. They were so convincing.
Yes, she convinced me. I wanted every single thing she mentioned. I wanted to become a great man, not just a fraud who conned criminals. I could care less about fame and respect, but it wouldn’t be so bad to experience. And having the world’s most beautiful women on my side would be A-FUCKING-MAZING. But what I desired most of all was wealth. I wanted the world’s economy to revolve around me.
She leaned down and opened her mouth. A long, red, serpentine tongue crawled out of her mouth and licked from my cheek down to my crotch before circling the base of my penis. My dick twitched from a painful, denied pleasure in every second her soft, wet tongue touched my skin. Just as I was about to cum, she would stop, and the cycle repeats.
"Decide... my champion."
I gnashed my teeth. Torture me in all painful ways possible, but not like this! It transcended mere pain! The immense frustration of having your orgasm delayed caused a kind of agony I never imagined. My skin crawled with a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. It felt like my skin tightened around my mortal flesh, and my skull squeezed my brain. I heaved heavier breathes the more time passed.
"Fine, I choose the third option! Just let me cum, okay!?”
A nasty, sadistic smile appeared on her face. Her tongue licked another loop before slowly coiling my dick. Her tongue’s tip tickled my balls, slowly climbing up and tightening around the shaft.
"Then I shall give you what you want."